sitting in a trench,
thinking to himself.
"what did i get into?
i just wanted to help.
[[image:http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/trenches/turks-trench-anzac.jpg width=300]]
i could have done more.
made something of myself.
instead, im a soldier.
one of a million.
one in a batillion.
the trenches are dirty,
but we're desperate for them.
we'd rather be at home,
eyes shining like gems.
our attacks are brutal,
our weapons are a threat.
we shoot one time,
and leave them in regret.
regretting ever messing with our country.
sure, we're desperate,
wishing to be anywhere but here.
however, in the end,
our pride will adhere.
it wasn't our first choice.
but it wasn't out of fear.
thinking to himself.
"what did i get into?
i just wanted to help.
[[image:http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/trenches/turks-trench-anzac.jpg width=300]]
i could have done more.
made something of myself.
instead, im a soldier.
one of a million.
one in a batillion.
the trenches are dirty,
but we're desperate for them.
we'd rather be at home,
eyes shining like gems.
our attacks are brutal,
our weapons are a threat.
we shoot one time,
and leave them in regret.
regretting ever messing with our country.
sure, we're desperate,
wishing to be anywhere but here.
however, in the end,
our pride will adhere.
it wasn't our first choice.
but it wasn't out of fear.